[There's the quiet scrape of something familiar, a soft sound, dull. Consistent if not exactly repetitive. Anyone familiar with bars may recognize it as glass on wood. Anyone very familiar might even pick up on the stick that says the drinker's been in his seat for some time.]
No box to blame this one on, I guess.
Least they're together.
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... shit.
[Sully rubs his forehead.] No, Cash, I haven't. [But there's a part of him-- the same part that now has hope that they won't be there for whatever reson... that part of his don't think it can take seeing them there.]
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